song is sung in the background Sugar sweet sitcoms that leave us with a bad actor taste while pop stars metamorphosize into soda pop stars You saw the
up 'Fore coward-ass rap made the game corrupt P-Dog in the cut back to bring the pain Puttin wood on they ass can't stand the rain And bring heat over
[Black Thought] Yeah, sitting in the staircase, holding back tears Looking over mad years worth of photographs Pictures of some places I ain't never going
and much more hearts then yours i just express mines a little different cause life aint fair but who really cares? i no some people thats over here but they wanna be over
[uncredited spoken word poets form the song's intro] "After a week of smoky nothingness.." {*voice SLOWED down* ".. the stars had returned
, the city drifting down the highway Like a mirage, the style there is all illusion On videos out of town, peoples buy confusion Rolling high with cash pulled over
* bonus track starts 3:11 into track 17 [record company flunkie] Yeah I don't think Keith's gonna show up to the meeting y'all See Keith's the type of
it to get my dick wet Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my momma's partner So I've been in pussy since I could start nuttin' I'
, Wild West, fuck them preppy niggas You need to get with this malt liquor sipper Picture me sippin' over ya? Never, how ya figure I'll be cryin' over
captains ima sailers best friend got the drivers of the boats braggin fuckin playalitical he might go platinum wit no payola and no programming both
my niggaz try an' break tables Stack chips like Connect Four While you prick's try and whip try and stretch more Charge less for, that ain't the program
Vegas Me and my niggas tryna break tables Stack chips like Connect 4 While you pricks try and whip, tryna stretch more Charge less for, that ain't the program
b.g. graduated got me feelin' real crazy I started scratchin' and scratchin' Started itchin' and itchin' Pullin' my trigger till it's clickin' if a nigga start
Ain't no love in here It's concrete when I open when you sleep A done deal, they got us fucked for real we lifers Ain't no more sunny days do it your own ways We programmed
family Ruff Ryders... Ruff Ryders... Ruff Ryders Lets go... Swizz Beatz [DMX] This is the darkest shit, sparkest shit Hittin wit the hardest Shit, 'cause before we started
and start yelling: a?? Whose bag is this? I wanna know right now who owns this bag. And huge groups of passengers would start #170430 out for the
unno a don man An a unno run the program, the program But Have yuh ever stop to think wha mek a gal cheat Yuh need fi check yuhself before yuh start
television! [No response] Bert?! Okay, if that's the way you want to be about it .... [he goes over the radio, turns it on loudly, starts humming along